To choose a good book, look in an inquisitor’s prohibited list.
John Aikin
Come on ,bore me, tell me a little more about you
Come on and bore me please bore me tell me what you think
I cannot believe I got through a single day of my life
Without you
This all about me, this is not about you
When you look at the world
What is it that you see
People find all kinds of things
That bring them to their knees
I see an expression
Friday night and the scene is bright at (avilon)
I walk straight to the bar in a party dress, yes
I told the bartender pour a shot and make it strong
because she need it, tearing up
she proceeded to be drunk
It ain't fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won't you care for John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me
Dame la muerte chiquita
dame la muerte pequeña
y así tal vez en tus brazos
alcanzaré gracia plena
su esencia de alta marea
sus besos de tamarindo
I'd love to touch the sky tonight
I'd love to touch the sky
So take me in your arms
And lift me like a child
And hold me up so high
And never let me go
I’m Going to a Town
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down
I'm going to a place that has already been disgraced
I'm gonna see some folks who have already been let down
I'm so tired of America
Here I'll live and die with my wings in the sky
And I won't come down no more
Higher than a bird I'm flying
Crimson skies of ice and fire
Borne on wings of steel I have so much to feel
Men reading fashion magazines
Oh what a world it seems we live in
Straight men, oh what a world we live in
Why am I always on a plane or a fast train
Oh what a world my parents gave me
Come on, baby, don't you wanna go
Way down south, talkin' 'bout Mexico
Straight through the jungle, out to the sea
We'll have some fun if you fly away with me
Like some old movie in black and white
